About a year ago, my A1C rose from pre-diabetic, usually around 6.0 to 6.2, to diabetic at 6.6. This, combined with a previous episode of atrial flutter (which was corrected) jolted me into the realization that I could not continue the eating habits of nearly a lifetime without cutting my lifetime and the enjoyment thereof shorter than I would like. This was not the epiphany of which I write, however.
In the past year I have lost about 18% of my body weight, without chemical help and without counting anything. Somehow, and after some trial and error about what works for me, I have improved my food intake amount and quality such that for the past 6 months I have been losing at the rate of about 1.5 pounds a week, reduced my A1C back down to 6.0, and reduced my BMI to below 40 (obese instead of severely obese). It was during this process of trial and error, and thinking about why I was able to do this for this long, that I had some realizations about why diets haven’t worked for me, especially not in the long term. (By the way, I am not supposing I am the first person to have ever had these thoughts, just that it was a first for me.)
When counting calories, the emphasis is on how many calories you are allowed to consume, and when you reach that maximum, you are supposed to stop. Every day you are counting calories, you are focused on how much more you are allowed to eat, and things you are missing out on (at least I always did) instead of what kind and amount of food your body needs. A focus on calories consumed is not, I am convinced, a useful approach for me.
Instead of that path, this time I decided a few things, among which are: I could certainly eat smaller and healthier meals and be satisfied with them; I could manage with far fewer between-meal snacks, and especially without processed food and/or carb-based snacks; I could stand to be a little hungry now and then; I don’t ever need to eat another dessert or pastry; these changes will be permanent. I have ended up not thinking about things I am missing out on – with my metabolism I just can’t afford to eat them, and I have realized that all those sweets never brought me as much joy as grief in the long run. I honestly just don’t miss them. I’m not sure exactly how I got to this frame of mind, but it makes the kind of weight loss I have been doing possible for me.
Exercise: while I have gotten more active as I have lost weight, I have not (yet) started an exercise program; when I do, it will be to keep myself in better shape as I grow older, and not to lose weight. Goals: I didn’t have a goal (being superstitious about goals) when I started, but I do now – if I can lose a total of 33% of my original body weight (i.e. another 15% added to the 18% I have already lost) my BMI will be below 30, and I will officially not be obese any more. When I reach that goal, I will continue what I am doing now (“these changes will be permanent”), and maybe I will continue to lose a little more, slowly, and that’s okay. I don’t think losing too much weight is likely to be a problem.
As far as all of this goes, I don’t hold myself up as anything except lucky (for example, even at my age it’s still a lot easier for men than women to lose weight), especially lucky to still be healthy enough to do this. But I did want to share some of my thinking, such as it is.